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Sassy?”
    “Yes, Daddy.”
    “Mmmm. I like when your voice becomes husky — here, feel.” He unlaced her fingers, guiding her hand to the pronounced, growing bulge in his pants. Instead of just resting her hand placidly there, she gripped it. It was his turn to groan through his teeth as she gave his cock a firm squeeze, the heel of her hand putting pressure on his stiff shaft. “Enough, girl.”
    “I like that voice too.” She giggled, knowing exactly what she was doing to him, and he swore it was one of the many reasons he loved her.
    He pulled her hand away. “Hands on your head, bad girl.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He crossed his arms across his chest, widening his stance. “So, what do you think you should be spanked with?”
    Her eyes searched his as if she were looking for any clue to what the expected answer was. “Uhm... your hand?” She pulled her lip in between her bright white teeth, giving away that she knew it wasn’t the answer he wanted.
    He shook his head. “Try again.”
    “Why don’t you just tell me? I hate playing this game.”
    He closed the gap between them quickly, gripping her chin. “This is not a game. This, my girl, is part of your comeuppance. Answer. The. Question.”
    “The hairbrush?”
    “That’s one of the things that will be used.” He raised an eyebrow. “The next?”
    “Oh, I don’t want two. Why am I getting two?”
    “Because I said so. What shall I use?” He knew she knew the answer, but she always struggled with responding. Hope sprung eternal though, as he waited for her. She always hoped that it could be something not as bad — as if he couldn’t turn anything into something painful if he deemed it so.
    “Well... I... today I didn’t tell the truth when you asked for my paper. So. It’s lying — and that means your belt.”
    “Correction, little girl: when you’re naughty, it becomes your belt . And yes, you’ll feel the leather and sit on its stripes tomorrow for that bit of disobedience.” He slipped the tail through the buckle on his belt, watching her pupils enlarge, her gaze fixed on him as loosened the leather from around his waist. Once again, a shiver ran through her body, her nipples becoming hardened points visible through the thin pajama top. After doubling the strap, palming the buckle, he walked up to her, pinching the tip of her breast between his forefinger and thumb.
    “Take this top off, Sassy. I want all of you visible.”
    She unlaced her fingers, grasping the hem of her top, and whisking it over her head, tossing it next to the discarded bottoms. She stood naked, vulnerable. He loved watching her struggle with her unease, knowing that in the past year he had memorized every inch of her body. He knew every nook and cranny of her alluring form, every touch that would catapult her into an orgasm. Striving to be the best Daddy he could be, he had learned to discern what turned her off, what made her uncomfortable, what humiliated her, and in contrast, what boosted her confidence, making her feel loved and cherished.
    He cupped her pussy in his hand, the warmth of her core and the evidence of her arousal both transferring to his hand. He dipped a finger into her sex, wiggling it around, gliding on the slippery surfaces inside. “Don’t move your hands, or your hips. Stay perfectly still.”
    She gritted her teeth, fighting against her body’s natural reactions to the intruder within her channel, her muscles milking him in a quick rhythm.
    He poked his thumb through her labia, tapping her clit, her hips starting to jolt forward, but she caught them, groaning deep in her throat, rolling her eyes.
    “It’s difficult to obey rules when you want to do something else, but when your belt is in your vision, it becomes easier. What I need to do now is make it so all you can think about is this belt.” He held it up level with her eyes, shaking it slightly. “You’ll learn, Sassy.”
    He walked over to the couch, patting the leather arm.